Along with all of the black and white material, Dad also left his collection of about 5,000 colour slides, from the early '60s through to the week he died. He used to cart selective carousels of them around with him on his extensive travels throughout Australia, to show them to people he stopped off to say g'day to in passing, those many long-term friends he made, mostly in corners of this country that I have trouble finding on the map. I was amazed at the distances some of these friends travelled to get to his funeral in Western Australia.
He actually kept a map of his wanderings, a thing about the size of a decent knee rug, and on it he plotted in coloured markers each foray he did into the wilderness. It's an absolute maze of lines! - there's not much of this ancient continent's surface that he missed. And he loved every square foot of it. And photographed most of it! Sometimes from several angles.
Dad rarely had a person in his shots, but I always thought he had an eye for landscape, for (what I choose to see as) that "God" factor, where you get a glimpse into That Place. Nothing spectacular mind you, just something that he saw and wanted to hold onto. Show to others what he'd found. Something like that. I decided to include a selection of these here, but sorry, mostly I can't identify exactly where each one was taken - Dad knew where each one was all about so he didn't tag any of them!
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